You Stole the Sun from My Heart
Manic Street Preachers - 1998
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I woke up this morning from a dream where If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next had been playing on a radio in a sunlit room in a dream. So naturally, I sat down with my morning coffee and just had to listen to the track on the album This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours. Which said it had the release date August 01, 1994. Which confused me. Cause I remembered listening to this album in school with my mates and no way was I 11 at the time. I was in upper school. So a quick trip to Wikipedia told me this album 14 September, 1998. That’s more like it yeah. I was 15 at the time this came out. A quick chat with the AI bot on the support page of Tidal let them know the correct information and the bot told me it would put the album under review. Spent a few seconds there thinking all my memories were false.
You Stole the Sun from My Heart is the next track on the album after If You Tolerate This Then Your Children Will Be Next. A stark warning about the need to start shooting fascists pretty fucking soon and acceptance of their place in this world is all downhill from here onward. If You Tolerate This Then Your Children Will Be Next. Huh. But then You Stole the Sun from My Heart came on and I just remembered what a glorious track this. From it’s staccato drums to it’s huge, era defined, Brit Rock guitars. This song doesn’t as much take me back as it reminds me that love is just fucking weird and I still don’t get it now. You have broken through my armour and I don’t have an answer. I love you all the same. I’m lost among the undergrowth, so much so I woke up. I love you all the same. You stole the sun from my heart.
Even now I don’t get it. Is he in love? Is he on the defensive. Is he on the offensive? Nothing makes sense. But my god it is an absolute banging tune with a verse that races towards a sing along chorus with giant buzz distortion filled guitars. And then as we reach the finality, I have, I gotta stop smiling. It gives the wrong impression, I. I love you all the same. As the composition slows down and fades into nothing. What was the point? Did it even need one? Why did it pluck at heartstrings and make eyes feel moist? Who knows. But waking up remembering that shooting fascists is always the right move and being whisked immediately into a generation defining anthem before finishing the morning coffee. Great start to the day.












